black scrap-iron cadavers rear-ended by a cow moons over her
old man's dismemberment while gathering the fragments of his
bullish parts. Phallus, however, having lost its luster, had
already been devoured by metastasizing light.
goddess, underside revealing distended teats
from which a sinister milk is drained by lubricous sleights
of corporate hands, fashioned a dildo from uncollected myths
and conceived a son whose wings spread like the golden horns of a god.
million tons of uranium mill tailings piled to 100 ft. high by
the image of a man poised on a cross,
between worlds car horns blasting
below, announcing Death's twins
through double barreled shotguns, are the
lengths to which we go.
Yellowcake dollops, radiant cowpies, excrement
of reality, dung of the
Odorous reminders of a future fertilized
with ejecta from the past.
hazy blue ruff in the San Mateo Range is Tongue
Mountain sick from the taste of humanity's waste, lost in
obsequies to those build mountains of their own.